kalethegod

"D-D-Damn the cold!" Alain yells into the air with great ferocity waving his fist angrily in the air. He leans onto a nearby pole engulfed by a thin layer of ice on top of a thinner layer of water. "Tsundere..." He mutters to himself as he leans onto a nearby pole engulfed by ice, atop water. "I miss thee so. Thou art like a sun to this unending downpour of snow. Walking briskly and hastily, yet calmly and with the utmost of grace. Your whole, beaming with Joy, Love, and Hope. When you're just waiting to see me." He then laughs after saying that mouthful of what might sound like Shakespearean literacy. Alain then checks to see what time it is